Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.